Jackson I was by name, I was dressed in my fanciest pair of blue jeans and white polo shirt, inhaling deeply to ensure my designers perfume was reeking it's worth, all this just to ensure my "Tinder" date would immediately get drowned in my charm, a pretty blonde woman I had only messaged on the app the previous evening.
Coming across her profile under the sheets in my bedroom I felt my cock harden, I had always been strongly attracted to good looking blond women and her case wasn't any different, beautiful and sexy beyond words, relieved she accepted my date request without having to say too much, of course it was simply an excuse to hookup after dinner as agreed.
"Felisha Lockwood" I read her name out loud.
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Few minutes late to our agreed time, we had spoken prior to my arrival at the restaurant and that gave me the courage to keep waiting for a woman I had only seen in pictures, permanently gazing outside the window for good thirty minutes, letting out a sigh as I was about to divert my attention, immediately aborting such action with the sight of a pretty blond lady getting off a cab, no doubt, she was Felisha.
The moment I stood upright with a smile, a man approached her from no where yanking hold of her arm, unable to hear their conversation but they were obviously engaging in a steamy argument judging by their body language, cautiously brisk walking outside to get an ear full of their yelling.
"I guess this is the fucking supermarket, huh Jane! You're here to see another man again, aren't you! Why bother lying?"
"Felisha?" I asked confused at the utterance of another name, however she gazed at me speechless, lowering her face in guilt. It certainly was my Blondie, there was no mistaken.
"Oh! It's this bastard now? I knew it, you're never going to change!" He yelled trying to hold back his tears, an obvious simp to an undeserving woman.
"Let me go!" She struggled her arm free, but I'd say he simply let her go. "I told you it isn't what you think!....let's....let's talk at home"
Urging her face towards his on speaking those words like they were the truth, she didn't appear fazed by the drama getting back into the cab, on the other end he clearly was at the brink of tears, standing miserably even after the cab had left.
"You!" He called as I headed into the restaurant. "Stay the fuck away from her! That's a warning!"
Raw flames in his eyes, I didn't doubt the sincerity behind the threat, as a twist I noticed something I hadn't until now, the man before me was no inferior to Felisha, as a matter of fact her looks would be nothing but a joke being compared to his, penetrating icy blue eyes that sent warm chills down my spine.
At loss for words, he was probably saying some unpleasant things I couldn't concentrate on, his dark hair, spotless fair skin and slender build was all I could think of, silent as he matched away also taking a cab, he had to be around his late 20's, just like me.
Biting my lip, I only wish we had met under better circumstances, despite how aroused his appearance made me, it seems I was not meant to have a feast of such an exquisite body.
Buying only a bottle of water from the restaurant before heading for home, I had gotten to a point where I couldn't get another cab, sipping down on it as I walked the rest part of the journey, a crossroad away from home when my attention was stolen by the sound of a broken glass. It was coming from the convenience store I frequently patronized thanks to it's closeness, stunned as we immediately locked eyes, it was him again, Felisha's man.
Unlike some fools who'd probably wait to fathom the possibility of such coincidence, I didn't waste a second in taking a seat opposite him. He was choking on some beer alone, pieces of some shattered bottle on the floor, sparing me any attention after he had gulped empty the glass he held.
"It's you again" He said with no sign of hostility, an unexpected green light.
